(the query)
the query
of the queerest
folk; the
blossoming
yolk, the
stalling scent,
the stale
attack, drift
wood-burn
blank, twirl
melted engine
torqued to
the brewing
queue, the
returned to
conveniences,
the effortless
repetition
of all the angles
the open caverns
the endless edges
& widening desires,
the tightest triangle
agelessly regresses.
professed a sickening
fermentation, a staid
implementation; &
the strip of paper
fit to throw away
like everyother oft
repeated verse
every stolen, spoiled
stone, every glistening
gem
dropped to
a bottomless
shore, a
recklessly
tossed coin